So, this picture carries with it a bit of history.
I took this when I was being… yes. I’m a guy and I’m no longer ashamed. I was raped by another man.
And as it happened, I took this single photograph.

I had just gotten my Sony A7C and was really proud when I went around town a Saturday evening and got in contact with an African immigrant and he was very interested in my camera, so I told him about my other gear and how I like using longer lenses to soak in the experience from a distance, but that day I thought the Sony had to be tested out with multiple lenses, so I strapped on my lens bandolier and got shooting.

I invited the guy home, and as soon as I was about to show him my prints, he started rubbing himself, and trying to touch my butt.
As I sat there with my catalogue of prints, the was openly masturbating and it was very awkward. It didn’t even seem like he was paying attention to me when I was talking about the pictures and their composition.
When I went to my bedroom to get more, he followed me and handed me my Sony and told me to take pictures of us. Then I pushed me into my bed, and started pulling my pants down.
I was in complete shock, and before you know it, he was inside me and I was in so much pain.
I just wanted to be somewhere else so I looked into the viewfinder of the Sony, and it felt like I was watching everything happening on a cinema screen inside the camera if that makes sense. And as I saw the morning light in the hallway, I snapped a photo, and I kept staring at the light in the background. Signalling that there is a light. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

I’m sorry about the graphic story, but I wanted to explain the backstory of this photo.